Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?”
“Finding out why you really came down here. It couldn’t be just to tell me to put on a shirt. There are a hundred minions who could have done that for you.” I wrap the sides of her skirt around my fists and drag her close, close, until her pussy is flush to my lap and she’s gasping. “Tell me why you really came down here.”
“That would be way more unethical than going shirtless.”
“Now I really need to hear it.”
For long moments, she chews on her lip. “Can it just be our secret?”
Jesus, I’m about to have a secret with this girl. My fucking heart pumps in response, my mouth dropping down to her neck and riding the tip of my tongue up the side, the roses and cream taste of her nearly bringing me to my knees. “Yes, Missy. Our secret.”
Still, she hesitates. Then, “You make me feel achy,” she whispers. “In places I haven’t before. And I think…well, I think…”
“Yeah?”
“Would you be interested in getting me pregnant?” she blurts.
No way I just heard her correctly. No fucking way.
Yet my first impulse is to whip out my cock and go to town. In my head, in my heart, Missy is already mine, so the very possibility of her carrying my child in her belly is almost too sweet to bear. I want to come in my boxers just imagining it. But this proposition…it makes no sense. We just met. She’s twenty and rolling in dough. It’s out of left field, to say the least.
I tilt up her chin and search her vulnerable eyes.
Damn. I didn’t hear her wrong. She just asked me to impregnate her.
How is this happening?
“Missy, I’ll fill that belly full of triplets if you want them, all right?” Man, her hair is so soft. I can’t stop running my palm down the long waterfall of it. And how bad do I have it if I’m marveling over her hair when her knees are perched on my hips? Answer: very, very bad. “But I need you to tell me why. What’s going on?”
She wets her lips, leaving them glossy and me on the verge of climax. “It would only be one time. Just the one time to get me pregnant. That’s all I’m asking of you.”
Sleep with her and bail? Normally that would be preferable. Not with this girl, though. A million times wouldn’t be enough, let alone one. “Come again?”
“I want to have a baby,” she explains, her voice turning earnest. “And I thought…well. Originally I was going to go the artificial route, but I’m attracted to you. I’ve never been attracted to a man before, so I thought this could be a learning experience as well as…a means to an end. Pregnancy.” She smiles brightly up at me. “And your job would be done.”
What in the Sam Hell?
This is a dream scenario for a man. A night between the thighs of a gorgeous young woman. No condom. No responsibilities afterward.
I don’t want it.
I want the girl far beyond one night—and now my chest is aching instead of my dick. Because she’s so honest. So innocent. And I’m wondering who in God’s name made her think someone could be satisfied with one night. Doesn’t she know she’s incredible?
Her smile has started to dim. “If you’re worried about being held responsible for the child, we can have paperwork drawn up absolving you of parental—”
“That’s not what I’m thinking, Missy.”
“Oh.” Does she realize she’s combing her fingers through my chest hair? Doesn’t seem like it. Hell if I’m going to stop her. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking…what if you don’t get pregnant after one try? These things can take a while, you know?” A bead of sweat rolls down my spine just thinking of how I’d plow her rough, over and over, our fingers twined together on the pillows, her whining at me to buck faster. “We might go at it for a few months before that test comes back with two little lines.”
Her forehead wrinkles. “Really? I thought it was a given. I didn’t know there was trying involved.” She shakes her head, digesting that. “Well…I’m only willing to do one night. If you don’t get me pregnant, I can just go with my original plan.”
Wow. This girl is obviously intent on getting rid of me as soon as I give her my sperm.
The second thing that’s obvious? She knows nothing about sex or making babies.
And that has me thinking bad thoughts.
Dishonest ones.
A way to be in her life as long as possible. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll get used to me and not kick me out on my ass. If I can’t accomplish that, at least I’ll have basked in her glow as long as humanly possible. I’ll never feel like this again about anyone else.